the locket

I wore you last Saturday night
Around my neck
Open – click shut
Open – click shut
Looking down at you often
Then all around at those who would be you
If I let them
As they try to buy me drinks
With sly smiles
And generic winks

I don’t want any of them

But I still dance
I can’t resist
He then places his hands on my hips
I push them off
He scoffs, are you a lesbian?
Ah, the infamous line
I shrug it away
For I won’t make his problem, mine
Ever familiar with the ego of swine

Later, another sits by me
Too close
But I like him the most
He buys me a drink
And talks a bit hypnotically

You will like me
You will like me
You’ll see

I listen, I’m trying
But I can’t stop fiddling with you
Open – click shut
Open – click shut
He knows I’m a good girl
But for tonight
He thinks maybe I’ll give it up
Just for him
For isn’t he that exceptional?

Too weak to trust myself from his pass
Shunning the temptation in my glass
I call up sense on the phone
And lie in the back seat the whole way home

With you tangled in my bar stained hand

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